Inner most thoughts

“Dwell in possibility,”

from a woman,

cooped up in her home,

all her life.

Don’t dwell.

It sounds so negative.

Get up,

Get out,

Live.

Put down your pen,

crumble that page.

I choose to leave my legacy,

in the hearts and minds,

of those I touch,

than in written form,

meaningless words.

Ironic I write this down,

right?

If only audible words,

came out as smoothly

as they do from this ballpoint pen.

I’d dazzle you,

with the going-ons of my head.

From your mouth

like a circus performer

spurt colorful words

that circled about

gravitationally challenged

You were a contortionist

formed yourself

in and around my heart

but at some point

you cramp

need to move

from this small place

a place more fitting

so you rode atop an elephant

rode away

with the parade

It was a spectacle to see

but you never came back

for me

Stuck in my head,

what a cruel place to be,

and these four walls

keep staring at me,

taunting me,

with their false

security

Disclaimer: I am by no means a negative or depressed type person. I love life and have never been happier then where I am now.

Hey there, if you are viewing this right now, thanks for stopping by and taking a peek into my inner most thoughts. I am new to blogging but have written little poem-like nonsensical things for years. My parents always taught me to share so here they are…comments good or bad much appreciated. Have a fantabulous day :)